In the past
I may have foolishly endorsed
Liars, looters and murderers
Perhaps only to survive…
Assuming, not admitting,
You are not one of the above…
But I still cannot accept your cup of tea…
It is not what you did
It is what they will do...
I do not for a moment doubt
That you will turn the wheels of industry
Give bread to the hungry
And oil the mighty guns of death…
And overtime …
They will deify you
Worship you in their homes
And latch on to every word you will speak…
Speak you will and
Only you will speak…
Others will only listen…
And aberrations like me…
We will be dragged to the streets
By your billion devotees
And lynched like dogs
On a Night of Broken Crystals …
Traitors!
Traitors! !
Traitors! ! !
The wheel will turn full circle...
Achtung! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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